"Good." Lottie answered in that firm Yorksire way that underscored the finality of the matter. It did pain her so that Anne feared to love and be loved. But with enough mothering from Lottie, maybe that would change. She'd have good solid kids if it killed her.

"Let's go 'unt Fer treasure." Lottie secured the stove with a clang and heading back upstairs. She didn't wait for Anne to follow.

Throwing the doors of the wardrobe open, there were clothes that were out of season and Bill's boring coats,

"See anything ye like?" She asked.